Book review by Middle School Student

An exiting story!

                Sisters of the Last Straw: The Case of the Haunted Chapel by Karen Kelly Boyce is a funny story about five nuns that get into trouble. One day Sister Krumbles forgot to check on the jams cooking on the stove and when she walked through the screen door she got herself into a jam predicament. Later that day, all five nuns had to chase five goats that escaped their pen because the pen was poorly built. Sister Lovely heard voices in the chapel; are there ghosts in the chapel?
          I like this book because it was funny. There was a mystery. Mr. Lemon who did not like the nuns that much was like a rival. I recommend this book to middle school kids like me.
Tai, 6th grade



New Book Release: "The Closer the Bone" by Leslie S. Talley

Title: The Closer The Bone

Author: Leslie S. Talley

Publisher: Wild Child Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61798-160-9

Genre(s):  Cozy Mystery

Heat Rating: N/A

Length: 68,000

Price: $4.99

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Release date: 7/28/15

Author bloghttp://lesliestalley.blogspot.com

Author contact email: leslietalley@hotmail.com


     Innkeepers Clarice and Otis Campion, along with Miss Letty, former star of the Silent Screen, have a penchant for stumbling over bodies, from fresh to skeletal. At their historic B & B, Belgrath House in Daytona, Florida, Otis discovers a skeleton in the dumbwaiter [Make Old Bones]. When they act as exchange innkeepers at Castle Keep in St. Augustine, they find the body of a homeless man in a dragon sculpture and a skeleton in an icehouse [Bred in the Bone]. So it isn’t any wonder that their sojourn in Flanagan’s Guest House, Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland, could be more of the same.
     From the first they find themselves between two feuding families, the Quinns and the Donovans. Assorted disparate winter boarders add fuel of their own. Seamus Quinn is found stabbed and bleeding out on Flanagan’s doorstep, but the trail of blood comes from the Donovans’. Had Seamus Quinn tried to blackmail someone? Why do people keep disappearing and reappearing at Flanagan’s? And when Fergus Flanagan returns abruptly from his exchange at Belgrath, who put foxglove in his tea?
     Inspector Swaney thinks he knows: those obnoxious American exchange innkeepers. Clarice and Miss Letty have better ideas. Their search for answers has them crisscrossing Ireland, visiting a convent in Cork, a tinker camp on Beara Peninsula, and the Athlone home of two of their boarders. Before they’re done the sleuths will have consulted T.D. Doyle, the representative for Bray; an Anglican vicar; and a tabloid journalist.
     But the murderer has plans for Clarice: an ‘accidental’ fall onto the DART (Dublin Area Rapid Transit) tracks which run behind Flanagan’s. Clarice’s escape and the resulting revelations rock Ireland to its core.


     The wail grew closer, sounding more dirge-like. I felt the rumble of the ground under my feet, reminding me of a Shuttle launch. Would I ever see the Space Coast again? Would I ever see the contrail, hear the cheers and applause as another rocket roared into the Florida sky?
     I was brought back to earth by an arm around my neck almost lifting me off my feet. One toe dragged in the dirt as she inched me forward. I needed to get her off balance. I remembered the classic moves I had heard from a police officer on TV one night. How to escape from someone who grabbed you from behind. Instep! Elbow to stomach! Two fingers aimed at the eyes! And while your assailant doubled up from the stomach blow, turn and lift that knee and lift it high.
     Probably didn’t hurt a woman as much as a man, but effective, nonetheless. I executed Steps One, Two, Three, and Four as if I’d taken karate all my life instead of just Tai Chi. I ground my heel into her left instep, slammed an elbow into her ribs, rammed two fingers blindly backwards and felt a satisfying squish. I whirled around. She doubled over, clutching at her eyes. I raised my knee to her groin and sprinted out of her way. I raced towards the house, panting so hard I couldn’t scream. My feet actually kicked my butt as I churned up dirt. I risked a glance over my shoulder for my pursuer,
but no one followed. No one stood on the embankment.
     When I heard that dreadful screech of brakes on rail, I knew why.

Author Bio:

I am the product of basically three states, Kentucky, Missouri, and Florida. I grew up in Ashland, Kentucky. I graduated from a diploma nursing school in St. Louis, my parents' birthplace. I transferred my credits to the University of Kentucky (Go Wildcats) and received a B.S. in Nursing. After working briefly for the St. Louis County Health Department, I married Luke, an engineer with McDonnell-Douglas and fellow Wildcat. We have lived in Titusville, Florida ever since. When I turned forty, I returned to school, the University of Central Florida in Orlando, where I changed majors and received a B.A. in English (Literature) and an M.A (Creative Writing). I taught Business Writing, Technical Writing, and Creative Writing there as an adjunct for ten years. My husband and I, both retired, have two grown children: daughter Terri, a CPA and Wild Child Publishing author of Carbon Copy; and son Damon, a former Education Specialist with Kennedy Space Center and now employed by Harris Corporation. They have given us four grandchildren. I enjoy water aerobics, oil painting and drawing, writing and reading mysteries, and messing around on Google Earth.


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Love's Intensity Excerpt

     Kressa woke up and got ready. It was Monday, and school would start the next day. She felt a little nervous about attending, but her mother made it clear that she would have to be cooperative.
     She inhaled deeply after she got dressed and peeked out one of the many living room windows that overlooked the small hill behind the mansion. She noticed Brad racing his horse to and fro, between the house and the American elm forest out back. He rode fast. The speed that Brad and Silver Bullet traveled amazed Kressa. She quickly ducked behind a huge plant next to the window so Brad couldn’t see her. After a few seconds, Kressa peeked out again and wondered where he had gone. Without any warning, both horse and teen galloped out from the forest toward the house. Kressa hid again and waited.
     Kressa almost moved away from her hiding place when she realized that Brad headed directly for the apartment. She closed her eyes and stood still.
     She reopened her eyes only to see him move away, so she made a mad dash up the steps to the kitchen. Kressa grabbed the silverware and napkins her mother placed on the counter, said a quick “Buenos Días”, and headed to the dining room. She stopped dead in her tracks and dropped the items she carried clumsily onto the table. Out of breath, she struggled to recompose herself.
     As Kressa caught sight of Brad entering the house and turning to go upstairs, she let out a huge sigh. She had escaped being discovered. Suddenly, she remembered the handkerchief she meant to return before breakfast. She ran to meet him before he walked too far up the stairs.
     “Brad, I wanted to return this,” Kressa said, removing the handkerchief from her pocket and holding it out with her right hand.
     “You can keep that if you like just in case you need it again.”
     “No, I have something else I can use. I washed it and ironed it for you. Here,” she said, walking toward him with her arm extended.
     Kressa experienced an odd sensation pulsate up her arm when their fingers touched. First, my heart flutters whenever he looks at me and now I’m feeling strange tingles. What’s happening to me?
     “Thanks for cleaning it. See you at breakfast,” Brad said in a friendly tone and turned around to continue up the stairs.


Cassandra’s Bio: Cassandra Ulrich was born on the beautiful island of St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands, located east of Puerto Rico.  Living in the tropics fueled her imagination and day dreams.  For years, she wrote poetry and entered competitions.  However, only many years later did she discover joy in writing stories longer than a few pages.

She published her first young adult novel, A Beautiful Girl, in April 2011.  The inspirational novel has already touched many hearts ranging from teens to adults.

Her second novel, Love’s Intensity, is a teen paranormal romance and was released on July 11, 2013.

Her third, Billiard Buddies, a New Adult romance novella, was released on May 24, 2014.

In June and August 2014, she also released two poetry books written while in high school and college.

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